"Hui, Hui..."
Fang Weiguo, who was up for a drink of water, stared unwaveringly at his own front door as if he had discovered something unbelievable, his face full of shock. He quickly hurried back to the bedroom, calling out as he walked.
"What's all the fuss about so early in the morning?"
Pan Hui turned over in bed.
"Come out quickly!"
Fang Weiguo pushed open the ajar bedroom door, looking jittery, "You have to see this, our door..."
"What's up with the door?"
Pan Hui, utterly perplexed, had to lift the covers, get up, slip on her slippers, and yawn as she walked out of the bedroom.
"Look!"
When she finally got a clear view of the front door, her expression instantly changed dramatically.
Immediately.
She couldn't help but rub her eyes, wondering if she was seeing things.
"What's going on... am I dreaming?"
She looked to her husband in confusion.
"What dream!"
Fang Weiguo's emotions calmed slightly, but his astonishment was unabated. "What happened to our door?"
